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MAMA ALWAYS SAID TO PULL YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOTSTRAPS. READ A BOOK. LEARN HOW TO WIRE THE ELECTRICITY IN YOUR HOUSE. SCREAM ABOUT CHAKRAS. KEEP PULLING THE BOOTSTRAPS. THEY AREN’T TIGHT ENOUGH!!!!! BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD. BUY A FOOD TRUCK. PULL. YOU HAVE TO FUCKING PULL. SCREAM INTO THE VOID, THE VOID BEING THE KFC PARKING LOT, SOMEWHERE ELSE, SOMEWHERE NICE, SOMEWHERE YOU CAN BE ALIVE.

MAMA ALWAYS SAID TO PULL YOURSELF UP BY YOUR BOOTSTRAPS. READ A BOOK. LEARN HOW TO WIRE THE ELECTRICITY IN YOUR HOUSE. SCREAM ABOUT CHAKRAS. KEEP PULLING THE BOOTSTRAPS. THEY AREN’T TIGHT ENOUGH!!!!! BE THE CHANGE YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE WORLD. BUY A FOOD TRUCK. PULL. YOU HAVE TO FUCKING PULL. SCREAM INTO THE VOID, THE VOID BEING THE KFC PARKING LOT, SOMEWHERE ELSE, SOMEWHERE NICE, SOMEWHERE YOU CAN BE ALIVE.

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C:\Users\birdgirl ........................................... ........................................... .................i sense it too

C:\Users\birdgirl>how come the sky ain’t blue anymore? ‘how’ is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file.

C:\Users\birdgirl> ........................ ........................................... ............................. idk dude

SO HERE’S THIS TOWN UNDER A MOUNTAIN AND I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING, THAT AIN’T A TOWN THAT’S A BUNCH OF HOUSES FROM LIKE THE ORIGINAL PRINT OF MONOPOLY OR SOMETHING.IT’S A DAMN TOWN.ONE DAY THIS BIG OL’ RED ORB APPEARS ABOVE THE MOUNTAIN AND NO ONE CAN BELIEVE IT LIKE WHERE TF DID THIS ORB COME FROM? AND THE ORB’S OUT HERE CAUSING ALL SORTS OF TROUBLE U KNOW IT’S PROBABLY SPREADING CHEMTRAILS IN THE AIR OR SOMETHING.THE VILLAGERS ARE TERRIFIED, SO THEY DO THE ONLY THING THEY CAN DO. THEY WRITE AN INFORRMATIVE GUIDE TO THE INS AND OUTS OF LIFE UNDER THE ORB, BECAUSE SOME WRONGS CAN’T BE RIGHTED, AND THIS IS ONE OF ‘EM.

W OR HEN B GO THI NN S A B LE EA AV UT E I ME F U AL L ON R E? ED

ding dang down in the dumps

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C:\Users\birdgirl>you know what I’m talking about tho right? like one day you look up at the sky and it just isn’t the same anymore, like the atmosphere changed at the same time we did. 'you' is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file.

C:\Users\birdgirl> ........ ........................... ........................... we deserve much better than we’ve had

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HE HE HE HE HE

CRIES OUT CRIES OUT CRIES OUT CRIES OUT CRIES OUT

:V :V :V :V :V

MAMA ALWAYS SAID, “SKATE OR DIE”, AND NO ONE REALLY ASKED OR WONDERED WHY. BUT ITS TIMES LIKE THESE, WITH AN OPPRESSIVE RED ORB FLOATING IN OUR SKIES, THAT WE NEED THIS ADVICE THE MOST. IT’S A CATDOG EAT CATDOG WORLD OUT THERE, AND THERE’S ONLY TWO OPTIONS. SKATE, OR DIE.

C:\Users\birdgirl>how come the sky still ain’t blue? like really blue? like really really really blue? like really really really REALLY blue? like remember how it used to be blue? what ever happened to that blue?

C:\Users\birdgirl> ......... ............................ idk dude

yo wouldn't it be wild if this whole book wasnt actu ally the diary of a psy chic wolf rider and was ac tually a cry for help from a trans girl who never learnt how to express her self in a way hat other people can understand. and wouldn't it be even more wild if it wasnt even a cry for help but more like an an guished scream because she already knows that she cant be helped and her descent into schizophrenic halluci nations controlling her life is inevitable. and wouldn't it be evven more wild if it was actually more like a battlecrry as i acknowledge my life falls to pieces and

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EVERY TIME I SEE A SEAGULL IT REMINDS ME OF SPYRO THE DRAGON. WHAT WOULD SPYRO HAVE DONE IN A WORLD LIKE THIS? HE WOULDA SAVED THE DRAGONS. SO THAT’S WHAT WE GOTTA DO. WE GOTTA HUNT DOWN THE DRAGON EGGS AND DELIVER THEM TO THAT OLD DUDE AND THEN THIS NIGHTMARE WILL END AND I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO SLEEP.

HOLINESS A CREATION' BISECTION; VIVISECTION; WHEN WILL YOU CUT ME OPEN, GOD? HOLINESS, A CREATION; BISECTION; VIVISECTION; WHEN WILL YOU CUT ME OPEN, GOD?

there is a man who stands upon his tower and screams at the world below. "be ware the orb you know not its danger" he cries. but he cannot be heard for he is too folish to understand. the people can no longer hear. he is far too late to have an effect on this world. he was only born just in time to explore swerers.

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“A MAN IS ALWAYS PREY TO HIS TRUTHS ORB. ONCE HE HAS ADMITTED THEM IT, HE CANNOT FREE HIMSELF FROM THEM IT. ONE HAS TO PAY SOMETHING. A MAN WHO HAS BECOME CONSCIOUS OF THE ABSURD ORB IS FOR EVER BOUND TO IT. A MAN DEVOID OF HOPE AND CONSCIOUS OF BEING SO HAS CEASED TO BELONG TO THE FUTURE.” BUT Y’KNOW, THE FUTURE IS KINDA MISERABLE. WE’RE GONNA PETER PAN THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD. I DON’T WANNA GO TO THE FUTURE WE’RE STAYING RIGHT HERE. ME ND YOU AND THIS BEAUTIFUL ORB. AND THE SKY DOESN’T EVEN NEED TO BE BLUE BECAUSE THIS BOOK IS BLUE ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT. JUST LOOK ACROSS THE PAGE AT ALLLLLLL THAT BLUE! I THINK WE’RE GONNA BE JUST FINE RIGHT HERE.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

na be the same blue again is it? like not really im just gonna be disappoint ed with everything i'll live with this orb the rest of my life and there ain't a damn thing i can do about it. really fucking sucks huh. like REALLY fucking sucks. but idk i guess it coul be worse i guess im pret ty lucky to live somewhere as simple as this with idiots like thise. oh well. bye

C:\Users\birdgirl>like when is the sky gonna be this blue? im looking for that c=66 sky blue. hmu when the sky looks like this so i can rest easy. 'like' is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file.

C:\Users\birdgirl> ........ ........................... ........................... someday we’ll find it

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